Willow had just kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto her couch when her phone rang.
Reid's name flashed on the screen.
She stared at it for the longest time, her heart pounding, before she answered.
"What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you."
"We talked this morning. I think we've said everything we need to say."
"Please, Willow. It's important."
"I don't care."
"It's not about us sleeping together. I promise."
She closed her eyes. The fact that he could say it so casually, like it was just a thing that happened and not the event that had blown up her entire life, made her want to throw the phone across the room. But it hadn't just been him that had screwed her over. No pun intended. Mark had a lot to answer for.
She should have hung up but couldn't stop herself from asking,
